Flesh and Blood (1978) 46: A narrow-shouldered Puerto Rican who was a knife artist on the outside.at -artist, sfx
Flesh and Blood (1978) 46: A narrow-shouldered Puerto Rican who was a knife artist on the outside.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 47: I’m beginning to look like a bad-ass. I went to the barber and got a crew cut, and it made me look even tougher.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 47: They gotta bring ass to get ass, and they just ain’t gonna get ass.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 15: I flash the baby blues, all right. I give them the blondie boy look.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 18: ‘Cops, man. That’s why he’s here. He banged out some bacon.’ [...] ‘No shit? You beat up a cop?’.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 44: ‘He’s a banger.’ [...] ‘Banger? He’s a goddam killer.’.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 214: I take them on my gloves. Cool and easy. Bing with the jab. Bing.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 203: Hell, I’d like to give you a boff, boy. Right in the ass. Bet you like it there, don’t you, boy?
Flesh and Blood (1978) 51: All them boiled shirts comin’ aroun’ here for the fights – that’s the Parole Board, man.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 172: Watch when you’re shaking hands [...] Some of these guys, they give you the bone-crusher.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 6: He was diddy-bopping, like some dude on Lenox Avenue.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 26: You mean he’s the boss fag [...] Pimp of all pimps, princess of the fuck boys.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 243: Who the hell you think you’re talkin’ to, Jewboy?
Flesh and Blood (1978) 235: She’s singing here downtown. Down in one of the bust-out joints.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 174: I hope he ain’t a tomato can. [Ibid.] 178: They say he’s a tank artist, a tomato can, a guy who goes in the water for a few bucks, and that he was a good fighter once, a long time ago.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 98: I imagined her fat black tits and her fat clit.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 249: ‘I’m Bobby’s father,’ he said. ‘I might as well cut through the chicken fat. I know you don’t have a contract with my son.’.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 26: ‘You mean he’s the boss fag?’ ‘You got it [...] Head dick-chewer.’.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 32: You are what is known as a white fuck. A white fuck don’t do easy time. You can be a duke or a dip, a fuck boy or a jailhouse punk.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 32: You are what is known as a white fuck. A white fuck don’t do easy time. You can be a duke or a dip, a fuck boy or a jailhouse punk.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 48: You better kick this dinge’s ass, Fallon, or half of us are gonna be eatin’ black dong tonight.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 26: They gonna come on strong, the Fagola Army, and try and make you a jailhouse punk.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 57: They’re cheering like a fuck for Negron.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 246: That’s all it ever is, boy. Geetus, bread, the green. Money!
Flesh and Blood (1978) 89: ‘I missed you,’ she says. ‘I missed hell out of you.’.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 107: I made you an offer and you took a hike. Now take another hike.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 28: Wuddya gettin’ excited for, pretty boy? You gonna piss your pants, you get any more excited.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 26: Bobby, don’t pull any wise-ass jitterbug bullshit on him. He is bad.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 245: He doesn’t think you can lick this jig.
Flesh and Blood (1978) 33: Who cared if I let someone suck my pop?